I thought you would save me in the boutique. 
I was disgraced and humiliated with a bouquet. 
Your hands were a tourniquet. 
A soul was drowning in a sorrowful bucket. 
I got tired of these prescriptions. 
Darkness became my companion in the dead of night. 
I had to immerse myself in water 
To find my redemption. 
I have cultivated self-love within me. 
The echoes of my strength 
Clothe me with courage to walk like a lion. 
Focus on self-love and let it show like a potbelly.